Tilling the Fields

Doctor Bai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. "It seems the injury to your head has made you lose your memories!"

Li Changfeng's gaze dimmed slightly. He tried desperately to recall who he was, but the moment he began to think, his head hurt as though it were about to explode. The pain was unbearable, and he did not dare think any further.

Seeing this, Doctor Bai said slowly, "Don't think about it anymore! Rest well for now! Once you recover, just pay me back the money you owe!"

Li Changfeng nodded. "That's the only thing I can do!"

Seven days later.

After Doctor Bai's repeated acupuncture treatments, the pain in Li Changfeng's head had vanished. He could even get out of bed and walk around. Yet he still could not recall anything. A cold, sinister black mist seemed to shroud his mind, leaving his head muddled. Whenever he tried to think, a sharp pain struck his head, so he did not dare ponder anything too deeply.

Doctor Bai's eyes narrowed. "Kid! I don't think you're an ordinary person. You suffered such severe injuries and still survived. But I can't examine the meridians or aura within your body—they're completely muddled. Can you check the condition inside your own body?"

Li Changfeng nodded and slowly examined himself. He found that everything inside him was murky, as though it had fallen dormant, and he could not inspect anything. Still, he could sense that his meridians had become twisted and were faintly showing cracks.

It seemed that some force within him was slowly healing the injuries to his meridians, but he could neither examine it nor use it on his own.

"I can't sense anything either. Everything inside me is dormant!"

Doctor Bai pondered deeply. "It seems your internal injuries haven't